Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 29 A week later The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that myfather would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all day by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, andthat hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message,and I knew he wasn't coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

"This is our chance, we have to do it now," Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn't fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix themfor them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down inthe kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managedto smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly the padlock clicked and popped, the lock opening.

down at

to break that lock and it never

cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts

managed after much banging, the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we

I stare out the

over me at the thought of being caught, some part

“El, El.

pressing beneath my skin as

I step out listening for movement

What if he knew of our plans? So

the steps and through the

the basement,

hiding behind the frame next to

him curse when he left the

as heglanced at me before

I ran down the stairs to the basement, my feet making the woodenstairs creak, before the coldness of

the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on the cage

shelf, I move

crawling

back," I warn her before lifting the piece of bar, adrenaline

lock when the metal

shoving it

gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her

weak on her

we make our way to the stairs, she

every step Lexa telling us to hurry, but Alisha could

ribcage as we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making